Workload

I Walk Streets
Kicking The Rows
To Look Disturbed
So My Father
And His Before Me
Thinks I Have Listened

And Not Looked At Heather
Too Closely
Or Waded Barefoot
In Bogholes
And Felt Their Hand Grab,
Pulling Me In

CK

Willowbed

Wait
The Roof Is Folding Itself
Insideout

And Mixing
Our Out Of Date Bodies To
Concrete

She's Mostly Paste
From Turning Too Many Times In Her
Sleep

CK

Everyone Forgets About Callisto But Me

One
My Bed Smells Human Again
For I Owe Words
That I've Used Up
And Handed To Someone Else
Hating Waste

Two
My Bed Still Smells Human
She Lacked A History
That Wasn't Family
Six Years Since, My Ninth,
Politely Exchanged

Three
My Bed Smells Too Human
Fresh Paco Rabanne
Minus His Eye Contact
Clashing Hands More Welcomed
Than Thighs

Four
I Have Washed The Sheets
And A Girl Stands Still
Hanging There At Night
I Don't Start With Z Anymore
I Am

Five
And I Am Bigger Than You
Moving In Different
Circles, Roman, Renamed
And I Am Still Forced To Remember
Your Name

CK